The Rolling Stones Lyrics

Ev'rywhere I hear the sound of marching, charging feet, boy 
'Cause summer's here and the time is right for fighting in the street, boy 
But what can a poor boy do 
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band 
'Cause in sleepy London town 
There's just no place for a street fighting man 
No 

Hey! Think the time is right for a palace revolution 
'Cauce where I live the game to play is compromise solution 
Well, then what can a poor boy do 
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band 
'Cause in sleepy London town 
There's no place for a street fighting man 
No 

Hey! Said my name is called disturbance 
I'll shout and scream, I'll kill the king, I'll rail at all his servants 
Well, what can a poor boy do 
Except to sing for a rock 'n' roll band 
'Cause in sleepy London town 
There's no place for a street fighting man 
No

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